Friday, November 25, 2016
I consider this part of my job
I really do consider this part of my job. It's a true story.
I went out to our CD collection to look for something for a patron. I knew it wouldn't be there, but I'd promised I would look, so it was a matter of keeping faith. The CD wasn't there. So I began to return to the back room where I was loosely engaged in supply ordering issues. On my way back I saw that our front desk was occupied by three of my co-workers. They weren't busy because it was raining ice outside, and since I enjoy the fresh perspective of approaching the desk as a patron I went to the higher of the two stations.
"I would like to register for a crybaby card" I said calmly.
Then I burst into tears.